Monster Under the Bed

“Hey, Und?” Sally whispered to the dark room.

“Yes?” Came Und’s deep voice.

“Just checking.”

“Why? It’s late. You should be asleep.”

“I had a nightmare.”

“Oh, I hate those. They need to go somewhere else.” Und grumbled.

“I’m scared,” Sally whispered, holding her sheet over her head.

“Why?” Und was becoming concerned.

“The nightmare. It was a monster chasing me.” Sally was close to crying.

“There is no monster here,” Und reassured her.

“Promise,” Sally whispered as she began to feel less scared.

“Promise,” Und said with confidence.

“Goodnight, Und.”

“Goodnight, Sally.”